The first time I heard the word “Oxy” was President’s Day, 2001, as my 18-year-old son Eddie was lying in his bed — dead.
“Tell me! Tell me!” I said frantically to one of Eddie’s high school friends. “What did he do? What did he do?”
The first time I heard the word “Oxy” was President’s Day, 2001, as my 18-year-old son Eddie was lying in his bed — dead.
“Tell me! Tell me!” I said frantically to one of Eddie’s high school friends. “What did he do? What did he do?”